Posts Tagged dysfunction

My inspiration to write about myself completely drained out of me for a while there. I’m back and it’s deep into fall. It’s my favorite time of year and good writing weather. I’ve been having a hard time getting myself started. I am hoping a gross story about cockroaches will get the motor running again. […]

In December 2004 I moved into the fifth in a series of six apartments all within one block of each other. It was just after the Maggot Incident in the basement apartment. There was an available place on the first floor. The first thing I noticed about the apartment was how dark it was. It […]

I moved to Oakland in the spring of 2001. I was twenty one years old. I had lived in San Francisco much of the year before. It was not a good year. It was awkward, messy, drug and alcohol fueled. It ended badly and might make a good story for another day. When I finally […]

I’ve been thinking about writing a series of stories based on all the apartments I lived in during my twenties. From 2001 to 2005 I lived in six different apartments, in two buildings that were on the same block. For the most part they were all dumps and each had its own set of miseries, […]